Woke Up Married To The Ruthless Heir

I woke up naked in a luxury Manhattan hotel next to a breathtaking stranger after a blackout night of drinking.

Before I could sneak out, he caught me and demanded I marry him to take responsibility for his "lost innocence."

When I refused, he slammed a massive stack of legal files on the table, threatening to frame me for corporate espionage and bankrupt my parents within a week if I didn't sign the marriage papers.

Forced into a shotgun wedding at City Hall, he then dragged me to my parents' house. I prayed my strict father would protect me, but the stranger easily brainwashed them with rare gifts and by secretly dismissing my dad's IRS audit.

"You are acting like a spoiled child. You find a man this exceptional, and you want to push him away?" my dad barked.

My own parents had completely sold me out to a clinical psychopath, leaving me trapped and utterly isolated.

I was suffocating in anger and terror. I didn't even know his real name, let alone why a man with such terrifying, untouchable power would go to such psychotic lengths to cage a broke diner waitress.

Refusing to be his submissive pawn, I put on my red lipstick and dragged him to the most exclusive jewelry flagship store on Fifth Avenue.

"I want to see your vault items. The most expensive things in this building," I demanded.

I was going to rack up a bill so astronomically high that it would shatter his facade and force him to break this nightmare engagement.